MOJO

Wilory Farm
Continental Sound City
Third album from scarifying breezy Texan cowgirl songwriter.

HENDRIX wears denim overalls and looks like she’s never had a worry in her rosy-cheeked life. She’s worked on farms, waited tables, is good at sport and uses the term ‘big ‘ole’ to indicate something large. Hell, she’s way too wholesome to have made an album as invigorating as this, but the evidence is plain to hear. Her voice is compounded of roughly equal parts Nanci and Emmylou, but with a boho spark of Rickie Lee in there, too, and her songs quickly etch themselves in the brain, courtesy of smart hooks and well-observed slice-of-life lyrics. Her band handles swing and Tex-Mex as easily as it does country-rock, there’s some sparkling mandolin and fiddle interplay and, yes, that really is a sitar among those twangy guitars on Gravity. You need something to play when the sun shines? Look no further. Johnny Black.